Three Things On Thursday

Let’s get a little random, hmmmm? Here are three things on my mind right now:

Thank you all so much for your kind and thoughtful comments on the death of my long absent father. Every one of them meant so much to me. Some made me cry and some made me smile but all made me feel incredibly lucky and loved. So – thank you.

We had a snow day here yesterday and it was quite welcome. I did some reading (finished The Law of Similars), some baking (chocolate chip cookies for my favorite snow removal team), some TV watching (almost finished with all of Dexter) and some knitting (Monkey Socks and Dale’s socks.) Snow days are especially sweet for me since there’s no “make up” day in June like there is for Dale.

Have you read The Man in the Window by Jon Cohen? It’s a Nancy Pearl Book Lust Rediscovery from 1992 and it’s fantastic. As in, I read it in two days. I highly recommend this one.

I had a half of a snow day yesterday 🙂 The Man in the Window … excellent read! I started it on Sunday at about 6pm and finished it up on Monday morning. Mason looks like he’s thinking, “Who in the world turned off the heat outside this morning?”

I never got to your post for yesterday until this morning. I’m so sorry to hear about your Dad. I think his long silence should only be considered his loss in that he didn’t share your life & all you had to offer, but I can’t imagine how hard it is to know that now there is no chance he’ll ever be back in your life. Thank goodness for all the other family you have reconnected with.

I long for a real snow day…one with no housework staring me in the face!
Am in the middle of The Goldfinch. I’m with Kym…it’s kinda a slog. I’m interested but so much day to day, step by step info.
Gonna check out The Man in the Window… 🙂

Forget snow days! I want to ride my bike—I see it sitting in the garage, and it feels like it’s been years since I last rode it, not months. I’m also sick of bundling up like the Sta-Puff Marshmallow Man every time I want to go outside. I’m even tired of wearing my handknit socks—I miss sandals and painted toe nails.